Novel & Cerita Fantasy Smut

Rolled us spooning, cock staying in lazy thrusts, pain and pleasure humming. "Anytime means now, baby.. feel me own you slow?" He whispered dirty in ear: "Woke you fucking, now sleep with brother's cum inside. Tomorrow? More.... kitchen, pool, whenever. You're my forbidden slut." I moaned soft, wiggling against him, intoxicated still. He dropped wet kisses on shoulder, hand sliding to core, fingers circling clit gentle then rough. Buried fingers inside beside his softening cock, battling slow. "Ahhh... just like... don't stop fingering!" Screamed quiet. Saliva from his mouth on my neck, trailing down.

he winked at a girl who blushed instantly Oh, why do I have a cute brother. Why? "I'm here J"he a said as he ran to me I could see some pink, red and purple lip kisses on his face. Some girls can be so crazy except me of course "is there something on my face? "he asked So should I tell him? Nah, I'll take revenge instead for his stupid behavior.. "no, just staring at your face if I'll see any black spot"i said "what? Is there any? "he's eyed widened

' you call to him as he reaches the door. "He looks back at you and smiles at his handiwork. He takes out his phone again, zooms in to fill the screen with your sauce-smeared tits and your cum-dripping face, and snaps. 'I think I'll make that my screen-saver,' he laughs. 'And no, I'm not going to untie you. Maybe your hubby should find you just like that so he'll know what kind of a cock-hungry slut-wife he's married to.' "Holy shit!" Holly finally interrupted my narrative. "That is one hot fucking fantasy you've got there!" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy.

“That’s right, you pathetic little interview slut. From tomorrow, every morning you’ll crawl into my office, bend over my desk, and beg me to pump a fresh load into you before the day starts. During lunch you’ll suck my cock under the table while I eat. And at night, I’ll bend you over this very table and breed you again while the cleaning staff might walk in.” The filthy fantasy made Sara’s pussy clench violently around him. “Oh god, yes! Breed me every day! Knock me up! Make my belly swell with your baby while I still have to pretend I’m a professional!” Mr. Vance reached down and rubbed her swollen clit roughly while pounding her folded body. “Come for me again, you worthless breeding bit

I blurted out in an attempt to kill the chain of thoughts rising in my head, as well as to offend him. “When you talk so dirty, baby, you turn me on.” He muttered through lips gliding awakening kisses down my neck. “You’re so fucking cute when you come on to me.” He nibbled and sucked on the skin, leaving hickeys. “That’s not what I was doing.” I protested with a struggle. How on earth did his smutty brain misunderstand the insult? “I ―” His finger silenced me, pressing my lips still. Another finger snuck past the hem of my pajama shorts. I sucked in sharp breaths as his finger slipped inside my panties and stroked my wet slit. Tingles erupt at the bottom of my stomach and my body shuddered.

He thrust two fingers in instead of one and Alesa moaned louder , bucking her hips against his hands. For all the ones who wanted smut😂😂 Continued in next chapter..❤😂 Muah! ❤✨ Smut credit goes to guilloteen12 I can't really write smut so I asked her and I'm really thankful to her that she decided to help...❤

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

Warning: 18+ Content Ahead. This chapter is nothing but pure, unfiltered smut. Proceed only if you're ready for the heat. Enjoy! Viviane ☩═✦═☩ I’d never felt this kind of raw, burning need to please a man—until now. As I glanced down at him, lying there so sure of himself, that cocky smirk etched on his face, something in me stirred. I wanted to strip that arrogance away, watch it dissolve under my touch until he was nothing but a gasping, trembling mess beneath me.

she moaned, shoving a third finger in, stretching herself to the limit, feeling the orgasm approaching. In the fantasy, Atlas flipped her onto all fours, slamming everything in at once, pounding hard, calling her “my greedy bitch.” Anya sped up her fingers, the room echoing with her moans and the wet sounds of furious masturbation. “Cum inside me… fill me with hot cum,” she begged the air, and then the climax came, explosive, her body convulsing as she squirted onto the sheets, fingers buried deep, the pleasure leaving her trembling and breathless.

Just light touches at first, teasing, circling, and giving barely enough pressure. “You’re such a filthy little slut,” I whispered, half laughing, half moaning. “One orgasm and you’re already begging for more. Can’t get enough cock, can you?” The fantasy shifted. This time it wasn’t faceless, this time it was him—some rough, tattooed guy I’d seen at the bar last week. Dark hair, dangerous smile, the kind of hands that looked like they knew exactly how to bruise in the best way. In my head he was standing at the foot of the bed, shirtless, jeans still on but unzipped, stroking himself while he watched me destroy myself.